He told me that he missed me. I told him I missed him. We kissed and cuddled on the couch.” “Ellen get to the good stuff. I don’t need to hear ...all the fluff. I want to know about the fucking.” “He undressed me and was pleased that my pussy was very wet in my panties. He said it excited him. Although, he didn’t lick my pussy. He fed your cum to me and I ate it.” “Fuck that’s hot. My little whore.” After he scooped your cum from my pussy he licked it. He made me orgasm several times. My. Jon asked if they would like to join us for the evening.We never got further than the hotel bar that night and we ended up getting quite drunk. I have vague memories of being sprawled out on a big sofa and Emma asking me what it had been like removing my pubic hair, one by one. But not much else. I do know that Jon fucked me that night because I woke up next morning with a sore and very sloppy pussy. Sunday December 13Woke up with one hell of a bad head. Jon had one as well but nowhere near. I could feel myself growing wetter under his touch."We can't be doing this," I hissed, more to myself than to him."Shh," Matt told me again. "Don't think."Doing what he told me, I let my mind empty, focusing on nothing but the sensations emanating from my pussy. As if of their own accord, my hips pushed up slightly, needy for more contact. I was immediately embarrassed. It was one thing to grow wet under someone's touch -- and I was sure Matt could feel the effect he was having on me -- but it. Knowing Bonnie was a huge leg up when school started.There were only fifteen kids in her grade and Bonnie madesure that Catherine was well received. Catherine lovedher new home and her new friend. As Catherine approached the now familiar sign announcingthe start of the farm property she her thoughts sobered.Tom’s Parents had been killed in an auto accident. Tomwas the oldest of five children and his family livedoutside of Pittsburgh. That was a hard full days drive.There were arrangements.